After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 324 - 117 The Reward of the Witch of Death

Basement.

On the ancient wooden table, a candle flickered its feeble flame, struggling to fend off the darkness of the room.

Xi Mu lowered his head, looking at the struggling parrot in his hand, then glanced at the magic circle drawn on the floor with mercury, and suddenly strangled the parrot. Accompanied by a piercing shriek, he threw the parrot’s carcass into the center of the sacrificial magic circle.

His lips moved as he recited the spell to summon the Witch of Death.

Death began to creep into every corner of the room.

The parrot’s body within the magic circle suddenly flowed, igniting a pale blue flame, and was instantly devoured completely.

From that pale blue fire, the Witch of Death emerged, still in her familiar attire, wearing a white witch’s pointed hat, her wavy blue hair cascading down, her indifferent gaze made her seem unapproachable, yet that mysterious aura deeply attracted people’s attention, making it hard to look away.

Her hands were interlaced across her chest, seated ethereally in the blue flames, looking at the one who summoned her using a parrot... no, it was a dragon, to be correct.

"From now on, you can contact me directly, no need for such perfunctory sacrifices," she said.

"Understood," Xi Mu nodded slightly, devoid of the usual dilemmas faced by the followers of the Witch of Death concerning respect.

For him, summoning the Witch of Death through sacrifice usually had a purpose, whether it was to destroy evidence or use the Witch of Death as a pretext for the sacrifice.

And usually, the simpler, the better.

"What is your reason for summoning me this time?" the Witch of Death asked directly, knowing that Ahtal was not like the Black Blade servants who served her in the past, who wouldn’t summon her without necessity.

"It’s about the plan to lure the Goddess of Death out," Xi Mu stated succinctly, meeting the Witch of Death’s sapphire-like eyes, and calmly laid out his plan, "Given the volatile nature of the Goddess of Death, if there’s an opportunity to provoke her face to face, her impulsiveness to emerge from Hell will only intensify."

"The character of the Goddess of Death is indeed not as composed as the Goddess of Life," the Witch of Death nodded slightly, acknowledging Ahtal’s statement.

Though the Goddess of Death appears very indifferent, her character is relatively volatile, and she shows high aggressiveness when her patience is tested, physically annihilating those who offend her.

Of course, this is when there is no one to dissuade her.

"What if a devotee favored by the Goddess of Death stays by your side?" Xi Mu proposed with a smile, "and then you provoke the Goddess of Death, is it possible she might emerge directly from Hell to fight you to the death?"

The Witch of Death pondered, then said:

"If no deity interferes, the Goddess of Death would indeed burst out of Hell to fight me to the death, even knowing that my true form might be unsealed, she would still aim to annihilate me along with it."

In this world, there are many devotees permanently praying to their deities, yet they’re essentially unable to catch the deity’s gaze, lacking even the qualification to be remembered, only those whose brilliance dazzles enough can attract the attention of deities and gain favor.

Having someone who could catch the attention of the Goddess of Death might indeed trigger her upon vocal provocation.

"The current bishop of the Black Rose Kingdom," Xi Mu kept his smile, his voice unnaturally calm, "she has performed outstandingly in the sacrifices within the Black Rose Kingdom, thus gaining the favor of the Goddess of Death, and the words you exchange with her might very well be heard by the Goddess of Death, whether in praise or mocking."

Having said this, he laughed helplessly again.

"Of course, I’d be very happy if you could deceive the bishop of the Black Rose Kingdom into becoming a follower of the Church of Death," he added.

"Is that the nun named Sharon?" the Witch of Death inquired, recalling a time in the Black Rose Kingdom with a seductive nun of Church of Death dressed in black latex, who repeatedly chopped a doll-girl’s head off.

In response, Xi Mu remarked appreciatively, "Worthy of Lord Witch of Death, you guessed right away."

The Witch of Death did not delight in the praise but nodded calmly, "If she is unwilling to join the Church of Death, then for your sake, I will spare her life."

Having said that, she extended a pale finger toward Ahtal, a gesture of unclear meaning, but Xi Mu understood instantly, quickly tearing open his shirt to reveal his pectoral muscles, then stepped forward.

This was of course not an intention to serve the Witch of Death with his body.

It was a blessing.

The Witch of Death’s pale, slender fingers touched Ahtal’s pectoral muscles, her fair fingertips sliding, nails grazing the skin, tracing elegant lines, inscribing symbols of death.

This time, her bestowed favor was not as casual as before, appearing very serious, and the intensity of the deathly power she conferred was extraordinary.

Since Ahtal had made so many contributions for her, it was natural for her to provide a reward. Previously, Ahtal’s human nature and insufficient strength to bear the profound power of death had delayed this reward.

Now that Ahtal was no longer human, having become an existence surpassing even dragons, it was naturally appropriate for her to grant her benevolence.

Moments later, with the Witch of Death’s final stroke, she calmly withdrew her hand, her fingers once again intertwined in front of her chest.